I'm at a sound desk and the faders are made of water

I'm at a sound desk but the faders are made of water, and every time I touch one it spills over my hands and the whole mix turns to rain. The band keeps playing but I can't see them — just the drum kit floating past like a boat. Then a dog walks across the stage and the audience claps for him and the boards all snap back to unity. I wake up with my heart steady and the smell of damp cables in my head. That's it. That's the whole thing.